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I am so frustrated!

So, I wake up this morning and notice that I my left elbow is a little itchy. A few seconds later, so is my right hand, left wrist, stomach, in fact, just about everywhere in the arm and waist area. It was a mass attack. I had no warning, and my enemy was ruthless! Apparently one of those crafty little critters of the mosquito variety found his way into my room last night, mercilessly attacking me. I'm still getting over the last attack so now I'm starting to look like I have chicken pox. I got insect repellent, but the only thing it repels is me. It has some weird all natural smell. At this point, I couldn't care less what it's made of. I want something that will kill or at least seriously maim on contact, making the guile wee beasts pay for even thinking about sucking on my skin. It's driving me mad!

I digress. I've been jogging with a friend every night this week (it helps to distract from the mosquitoes) and it is not easy. I'm not a natural runner and certainly don't do it for fun, but it is so worth it for the after effect. You gotta love those endorphins. It's a thought to go out there, especially in this humidity, but man you feel good afterwards. It's so good just to wind down and chill out at the end of the day.

So, after a week of slogging away, keeping up the set routine, tonight I managed to comfortably add another lap to my distance. I was so happy. It may not be earth shattering news but it felt so great to see even a little improvement in such a short space of time.

And then something even better happened. One of those amazing little serendipitous moments that leave a feeling of complete bliss. I headed to the shower when I got in and who should join me, but my illustrious little flying friend. I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it was a combination of factors; recent frequent use of chop-sticks; a focussed boost of energy from my victory; adverse physiological effect of the insect repellent fumes; or watching Karate Kid movies in my pre-teen years. Who knows. But in a split second I reached out and squished the little rogue between my thumb and index finger.

I'm not usually an advocate of revenge, but I must admit, it sure did taste sweet.